Chapter 43

Over the next few weeks, I found my days bereft of anything much to do. I didn’t need to work but needed something to fill my days. Now that the season was in full swing, my only ongoing commitment was hosting a box at The Gabba every other week. The rift with Mister Matthews kept me away from club training, and the guys I had worked with were now all in the run-on team, so the club-appointed specialist was teaching them.

Ness was busy with work but seemed happy, flirty and chatty, often coming home with tales of flirtatious occurrences. These stories were often the highlight of my day and led to lots of joyous sex between us. She hadn’t mentioned anyone she’d met that she wanted a ‘day pass’ for, but that wasn’t unusual as typically, the first and only time I met them was when Ness brought them home to ask me for a pass. I worried that Ness wasn’t playing because of her almost rape by the scumbag doctor, but she assured me she was unaffected by Doctor Wrigley’s misdeed.

My teammates had made the doctor’s life such a misery that he abandoned Brisbane and left for rural Victoria. However, even there, an anonymous note describing his many alleged misdeeds somehow found its way to the Head Nurse, and the doctor was not allowed to be alone with any female nurse or patient. When Vanessa described what Jack had done to the other nurses, several more came forward to state that my wife was not alone in suffering at the hands of the doctor. Plus, several female patients accused him of inappropriate touching, so Doctor Wrigley was on a good behaviour bond and supervised when he worked.

I would have preferred that he be expelled, but other than the doctor’s inability to treat women honourably, his work record indicated that he was an excellent medical practitioner. As rural hospitals often failed to attract quality staff, I accepted why, with the stated restrictions, they would allow him to work there even though I didn’t like it.

Bored, I asked Ness if she minded if I took a ‘day pass’ and checked if Miss Eliza Day still wanted to play.

Giggling, Vanessa replied, “From how you described her, she’s enormous. At least a Triple-G bra and probably what? 120 kg (265 lbs)? What will you do with that?

Straight-faced, I replied, “Dive between her tits and start swimming.” Ness laughed hard, and I continued, “I suspect, in the sack, she’ll go boom like a thunder cracker, babe, and quite probably be insatiable.”

“Will twenty-four hours be enough, then?” Ness giggled.

“Any more, and she might kill me,” I joked.

“Well, if you can’t handle her, lover,” Ness teased. “Bring her home to your wife, The Mega Slut, and I’ll fix her up for you.”

“Turning into quite the lesbian, my girl. Aren’t you?” I kidded.

“I’m enjoying rediscovering the kisses and touches of a woman, Liam,” Ness answered. “However, I’ll always prefer cock to pussy. But, a woman’s touch when she’s making love is so soft and gentle and feels exquisitely different from yours or any other male’s. However, lover, I will always need you to bend me over, smack my ass and fuck me! No one does me like you do, Liam. No one!”

I smiled as I held her tight, feeling my love for her in every pore of my body, but my mind flicked to Eliza, and my dick throbbed with anticipation as it lengthened and pressed against Ness’ stomach.

“A big, fat, juicy fuck,” Ness teased. “Are you man enough for her?”

“If I’m not, I plan to die in the attempt!” I kidded back.

“Not until you come home and fuck me senseless as you tell me about it,” Ness stated firmly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I joked. “Anything else before I go about my duties, Ma’am?”

“Incorrigible,” Ness muttered before slapping my arm and saying, “Get out of here, and I’ll see you late tonight or tomorrow sometime.”

Forcing my wife to bend over the couch, I tugged her shorts and knickers down and took possession of her pussy. Stroking her clit with my fingers as I dipped my thumb into her wet and warm vagina, I growled, “Of course, my knob gobbling, pussy munching, semen drinking, cock sucking, cum receptacle, I could always fuck you senseless now while you fantasise about Ellen eating your slutty little whore’s cunt as Jim fucks it from behind.”

“SHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT, LIAM!” Ness howled as her orgasm ripped her mind to tatters.

Dropping my trousers, I eased into my wife’s squelching pussy and joyfully fucked her, deciding the delightfully demanding Ms Eliza Day could wait another day.

10.00 am the following day saw me parking behind Eliza’s store and walking purposefully inside. Coming in the back door, I immediately spotted an enclosed, windowless office and Ms Eliza on a stepladder, moving stock aside so she could count it. The only other person in the store was a sales clerk, so I walked to where Eliza stood, blatantly staring up her midthigh length skirt at her knicker-covered, trimmed but still furry snatch and growled, “Nice view. But it will look better without those knickers and your thighs wrapped around my ears.”

Turning to look down at me, Eliza spread her dress wider and replied, “Don’t mind Nathan, as he’s used to my shenanigans and is gay to boot, so don’t hold back, Mister Shephard.”

Believing Eliza was bluffing but unconcerned if she wasn’t, I reached under the dress and found her knicker’s elastic. Then holding her gaze, I began removing them. To my surprise, Eliza let me pull them to her feet, and she stepped out of them, using her foot to toss them away.

“Well?” She dared.

Grinning, I ducked under her skirt, pushed my head between her thighs, tilted it back and lapped at Eliza’s entrance. Establishing my bearings in the darkness under Eliza’s skirt, I moved closer to batter her clit with my tongue. “Oh, Lawd!” Eliza moaned as one hand settled on my shoulder for balance, and the other held the back of my head, and she ground her button against me.

Eliza’s pussy gushed fluids, and I wondered if I hadn’t found another squirter. Wanting to know, I wormed a hand under Eliza’s perineum, then used my thumb and last three fingers to spread her ass cheeks and rimmed her ring with my index finger.

“Naughty boy!” Eliza gasped before shuddering and orgasming on my tongue and fingers. She didn’t squirt but did gush copious amounts of fluids. I tried to keep up, licking and swallowing furiously, but when I moved from under her, my lips, chin, neck and shirt were all soaked.

Helping Eliza off the ladder, I guided her to her office, opened the door and pushed her through. Then locking the door behind me, I snarled, “Strip and lie on your back on your desk.”

Breathing heavily, Eliza swiftly complied. Stripping off, I pulled Eliza’s hips to the desk’s edge, threw her big calves over my shoulders, grabbed a double handful of her massive melons, positioned my cock at her cunt and drove into her as hard as I could piston my hips.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” The bawdy, tubby tart groaned as my pelvis hit her clit with a resounding smack. “Pinch and twist my nipples and fuck me as hard as you can!”

Happy to comply, I pulled all but my cock’s tip out of her before slamming back in. As I pounded her pussy, I found Eliza’s surprisingly tiny nipples on her humungous tits beside her ribs where they’d sagged, grasped them in my fists and thumbs and twisted them mercilessly. Eliza orgasmed, shuddered, groaned, and orgasmed again. The harder I slammed into her as I ruthlessly tweaked her nipples, the louder and more often she came.

Twenty minutes later, I had to give up because my lower back threatened to cramp from sweating and continually thrusting. So, collapsing onto Eliza’s ample belly, I short-hunched into her several times before bellowing and filling her sodden cunt with my cum.

“Now, Mister Liam,” Eliza asked. “Not that I’m unappreciative of the orgasms, but did you stop by for a quickie, or will you take me home and fuck me properly?”

I wasn’t sure that thirty-plus minutes of continual orgasms (for her) counted as a ‘quickie’, but I was happy to take her home and fuck her some more.

Eliza was an eager to experiment and willingly orgasmic sexual partner, although the most she would let me do with her ass was lightly finger it. Eliza was also surprisingly flexible, so I bent her into all kinds of positions as I strove to satiate her raging needs. I was unsuccessful, however, as nearing 3.00 in the morning, I had to admit that my dick wouldn’t rise again, and my tongue and lips were numb.

Eliza lay on her back and encouraged me to lie draped partially across her—a role reversal of epic proportions. Then kissing me fondly, she said, “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in a long time, Liam. Maybe the best ever. So, drop by my store anytime if you’d like a repeat performance.”

Yawning, I answered, “You’re a damned fine fuck yourself, Eliza. I could lie and say I’ll drop by again, but you’re too special to do that to. So, instead, I’ll say that it’s unlikely that my wife will give me a second pass to visit you and confess we’ll probably never do this again.”

Sharing my yawn, Eliza stated, “I’ve already told you that I don’t give a damn that you’re married and won’t ever tell anyone that we’ve fucked, so drop by when you next feel like a nice and juicy, fat girl fuck.”

Knowing that trying to explain was a waste of time, I left it at that and went to sleep.

Holding a cup of tea, Eliza woke me at 7.oo the next morning. “I’ve got to go into the store soon, Liam. If you’re up for a quickie, we’ll fuck in the shower, and you can drop me off on your way home.”

Eliza, despite her weight, was tall and, therefore, easy to fuck in the shower, as all I had to do was bend her over and thrust home. With a final orgasm each, we completed our ablutions, dressed, and left for her store. After dropping her off, I drove home to an empty house. The boys and Ness were all working, so I had the place to myself.

Checking over my stock market investments, I made a few minor alterations, selling some and buying others, and had all day to fill in and nothing to do. Knocking out fifteen kilometres (9 miles), spending an hour in the gym, and hitting a hundred golf balls filled in some time, but still left at least two hours before Ness would arrive home. After showering, I stood at the mirror shaving, stared at my reflection and thought, ‘You need a job, buddy. Otherwise, you’re going to go stir-crazy.’

I considered trying to bury the hatchet with Mister Matthews but knew our problems weren’t of my making, and it would be a waste of time. Leigh was always polite and respectful in our dealings, but he was cold and made it clear I was only there because of my long service to the club, not because he wanted or needed my help.

I partially understood his reasons because, for too long, our club had a loser’s mentality. We’d only played in the finals once in the history of The Bears and hadn’t played any at all as a combined Brisbane/Fitzroy team. So, Mister Matthews was trying to change this attitude and didn’t want previous players reinfecting his players with a losing mindset.

Note: Mister Matthews was incredibly successful in changing The Lion’s fortunes. Two years after he became coach, The Lions played in the first of four consecutive Grand Finals, winning the first three before being soundly beaten in the fourth. The Lions were the first team since The Melbourne Demons (1955-57) to win three consecutive Grand Finals.

May had changed into June and became July without anything of note occurring. Neither Ness nor I requested a day pass for any extramarital activities, and life rolled day into day. It was okay but boring. I called Isla frequently, and as her eighteenth birthday neared, the anticipation for our night together grew, and we struggled to remain appropriate. I was grateful that we didn’t see each other as I doubted that close to each other we could resist making love.

Returning home after a gym session on a Friday in mid-July, I saw the message light on our answering machine flashing. Pressing the button, I listened to the recorded voice, “Hey, Mister Liam,” a cheerful voice greeted. “It’s Tracey Veivers. I want you to give the keynote address for our council’s monthly lunch in August. Perhaps, you could invite Margot and me for dinner to discuss it.”

‘You want to discuss fucking my wife,’ I thought as my cock twitched at the image of her doing it. ‘But, I’m fucking your girlfriend in front of you before I let you.’ Tracey had left her number at the end of her message, so, first checking the calendar to ensure Ness’ availability, I dialled the number and waited for Tracey to answer.

“Tracey Veivers speaking,” Tracey said when she picked up.

“Hello, Tracey Veivers-Speaking,” I replied. “It’s Liam Shephard-Speaking, returning your call.”

Hey, Liam,” Tracey gushed, ignoring my poor joke. “Thanks for returning my call so quickly. Will you do the speech for us next month?”

Inwardly grinning but keeping my voice unemotional, I replied, “Why don’t you come for dinner next Friday, and we’ll discuss it. Bring your partner if you want.”

“Next Friday will be perfect,” Tracey purred. “Of course, Margot will accompany me. She’d kill me if I had dinner with you without her. Will your wife be there?”

Chuckling, I teased, “Yes, my stunningly beautiful, sexily toned, bisexual wife will be there.”

Gulping so that I could almost see her embarrassment through the telephone line, Tracey said, “Am I that obvious?”

“Yes!” I grinned. “But, remember, nothing for nothing.”

“Margot is hardly ‘nothing’, Mister Liam,” Tracey giggled. “She’s almost as keen to spend time with you as I am to spend time with your wife.”

“Spend time?” I questioned, pretending to be serious. “That’s a euphemism for ‘fuck’, right?”

Laughing, Tracey replied, “You truly are incorrigible, Liam. But, yes, I desperately want to fuck your wife.”

“Again, though, Tracey,” I pointed out. “It will be up to Vanessa. Only if she decides that she wants to play with you will the four of us swap and play together.”

“I understand, Liam,” Tracey stated. “Unless something changes, I’ll see you at yours next Friday.”

“I’ll text you my address when you hang up,” I said. “Shall we say 7 O’clock?”

“Works for us,” Tracey replied before cutting the connection.

Looking at my phone, I typed in my address and forwarded it to Tracey. Then as I showered, images of Ness and Tracey kept intruding, making my cock throb with unrequited desire. Giving in to the inevitable, I gripped my cock and let my imagination run wild. Images of lying on Margot as I thrashed into her tightly gripping cunt mixed with Vanessa being fucked by Tracey’s strap-on beside me, and with a deep groan, I spat my juices onto the shower floor.

Laughing at myself, I thought, ‘Fuck me, are you still a teenager unable to cope with sexy images, or what?’

Vanessa came home, and I followed her into the en suite. Leaning against the sink, I admired my wife’s sexily muscled body and waited until she became aware of my stare.

Wiping the mist from the shower wall, Ness peered through it at me and said, “What?”

“Tracey invited me to host their next monthly meeting,” I casually stated.

“And this is news because?” Ness queried.

“Because I didn’t say yes,” I replied.

“Because?” My wife asked.

“That wasn’t why she called.”

Playing the game, Ness questioned, “So, why did she call?”

“Because she wants to fuck you,” I stated.

Vanessa wiped the steam mist away again to see my face, trying to gauge if I told the truth or was teasing her. “What did you say?” She finally asked, unable to decide if I was truthful or not.

“That it was up to you,” I replied. “But I reminded her there was nothing for nothing.”

“Meaning?”

“She didn’t get to fuck my partner unless I got to fuck hers.”

“You’ve agreed to another swap, then?” Ness asked.

I shook my head. “You and Ellen organised the only swap we’ve had,” I pointed out. “I would never assume you would swap again without first asking you.”

“Liam, you asshole, stop teasing me,” Vanessa growled. “What did you arrange?”

“For Tracey and Margot to come for dinner a week from now. That’s it,” I grinned, knowing that as soon as my wife exited the shower, she’d demand I fuck her. I was wrong, however. We didn’t fuck after Vanessa got out of the shower. Instead, she opened the shower door and demanded I come in and fuck her immediately.